Welcome Home
From the moment she had opened her eyes that morning, her nerves had been all over the place. She hadn't been this nervous when she left California. Miami had been all right, even when Sheamus showed up and unintentionally made her feel like nothing more than a whore. Since Drew had cleared everything up by introducing her as his fiancee, Sheamus had tried talking to her more. Not in a sense that he wanted to get to know her, but rather with suspicious undertones. This was usually when Drew wasn't around to answer before she could part her lips. If you asked her, she had made a complete ass out of herself trying to answer his questions. None of those things had made her this nervous. No, today they were finally going to Boston and that left her with a queasy feeling in her stomach.
She leaned her head on Drew's shoulder, closing her eyes. He was the only person that she really knew at this point and the only one Mila felt she could find comfort with. With Sheamus sitting next to her and side-eying her every once and while she needed to be as close to Drew as possible.
"I promise takeoff will be fine."
"I'm not worried about take off," she mumbled. "I just feel nauseous."
Sheamus looked at the couple, a shit eating grin on his face. "Nauseous, eh?" He asked. "I get it now. She's pregnant and this explains getting married so quick."
Drew reached over and popped Sheamus upside the head while Mila let out a groan. She lifted her head off Drew's shoulder and pressed her head against her seat. She looked at Sheamus from the corner of her eye, trying to fight the urge to smack him too.
"If you must know I hate flying," Mila replied.
"Just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut, Sheamus," Drew shook his head. "She's got enough on her mind without you adding to it."
Sheamus sat back and kept his mouth shut. He was still having a hard time wrapping his head around Drew getting married. This was a man that swore up and down he had no intention of settling down and having a family. Suddenly, Mila appears and Drew magically changes his mind. He couldn't help but wonder what Mila had said or done to get him to change his mind so quickly. This was out of character for Drew. It didn't matter what either of them said, the entire situation seemed odd.
When the plane started taking off, from the corner of his eye, he caught Drew taking hold of Mila's hand, squeezing it in a reassuring manner. He could hear him whispering something in her ear to calm her down. He turned his head to look at her and he suddenly felt bad. Mila had gone pale, her chest was rising and falling heavily with each breath she took.
"It'll be all right, lass." Sheamus tried to reassure her. "The flight is a little over three hours. If you could make it from Los Angeles to Miami then you can do the same here."
Mila glanced at Sheamus to see his concern. Gone was the shit eating grin he sported only moments ago. Instead, she was looking at a man who didn't seem completely apathetic.
"I'll tell you what I tell my daughter..."
"Sheamus, you don't tell your daughter anything," Drew interrupted him. "He puts a little Benadryl in her milk and she's asleep before the plane even takes off."
"That's amazing," Mila said, disbelievingly.
"Kids Benadryl is a good idea. It helps a lot," Sheamus shrugged. "For her and everyone else."
"No, not that." Mila shook her head. "That someone actually decided to purposely have a kid with you."
"Three," Sheamus replied, holding up three fingers.
Drew laughed. "This one's been married for eight years."
"Did she lose a bet?" She asked, laughing for the first time that day.
"Whiskey," Sheamus said, looking around for the drink cart. "You need lots of whiskeys to calm you down."
"Is that what you did with your wife?" She teased.
"No." Drew laughed. "The whiskey is how they wound up with three kids."
"I'm looking forward to the day you announce your first pregnancy." Sheamus shrugged. "I'm going to be saying the same thing. Somehow, in your case, I think it may be true."
Mila looked at Drew, her eyes riveted on his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his tee. They traveled down to his thighs, his jeans outlining the thickness. Biting down on her lower lip, she looked at Sheamus and shrugged, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
"You haven't seen him without his clothes on, we won't have a problem."
Drew looked down at her surprised. "The bathroom is back that way if you want to start practicing."
Sheamus squirmed in his seat. "I need the whiskey to knock me unconscious, not you."
When the stewardess finally came around with the drink cart, Drew had passed saying he wanted to attempt to get some sleep before they reached Boston. Sheamus ordered the aforementioned whiskey drinks for himself and Mila.
Mila took her drink from Sheamus when he handed it to her. She looked over at Drew and noticed that he had already fallen asleep.
"Is he asleep already?" Sheamus asked.
"Yeah," Mila replied. "He was up all night. I'm surprised he didn't fall asleep as soon as we boarded."
"I'm surprised you aren't asleep with him." He smirked. "Considering he was up all night."
Mila turned to him, frowning. She drank some of her whiskey, already feeling a sense of calm. She held the little plastic cup in her hand, watching the brown liquid move as she gently swirled it around.
"Not everything is about sex, you know?"
"Did I strike a nerve?"
"Truth?"
Sheamus nodded, then drank.
"Ever since I met you," Mila admitted. "From insinuating that I was someone nightstand when I first met you until now."
"How much did Drew tell you about his life before you?" He asked. "I didn't assume to be an asshole, I swear. Drew and I have been best friends for years. Even if you are getting married, I still know him better than you do. Surely, it crossed your mind why I mistook the whole situation."
"Whatever Drew did before me in the past, is in the past. I have no reason to assume I'm the only woman he's been with." Mila shrugged. "We're all adults here, Sheamus. It's not surprising that he's had relationships with other women or even one night stands. All that matters to me going forward is that he doesn't step out on me."
It was then that Sheamus knew she had no idea what she was getting into with Drew. She didn't know his history with women and just how big of a deal the social columns made out of it. He could only hope Drew would tell her something before they wed.
"How did you meet Drew?" He asked, changing the subject.
"There isn't much to the story." Mila drank some more. "We met at a club I went to with some friends. I noticed him from across the room. He was there with some friends-maybe a business acquaintance of his, but I noticed he kept looking at me too."
"And is that where you fell in love with each other? A look from across the room and you knew you were meant for each other. Cupid struck again."
Mila couldn't help but laugh."No, no little cherubs flying around the room hitting people with arrows. Eye contact was broken when some woman approached him. I turned my attention back on my friends and went on with my night."
"And that's where you fell in love and decided to get married right away?"
Nudging him with her elbow, she shook her head. "No. Now shut up and let me finish telling you the story."
"The floor is yours."
"We crossed paths sometime during the night. I was dancing with my friends and he was..."
"Drew was dancing? Now, I know you're lying."
"Didn't I just tell you to shut up?"
"Sorry."
"Where was I?" She asked herself, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Oh! I remember now! I was dancing with my friends when Drew bumped into me. He maintains it was on accident, but I think he's lying. He could have circled around the dance floor to get to the bar."
The Irishman couldn't help but smile. Her gaze was focused on her empty cup, but he could hear her smile in her voice. She did seem to have feelings for his friend. At a glance, Sheamus knew Drew felt something for her. He noticed it yesterday when he held her hand on their walk to the beach or the way he stared at her when she wasn't looking. Even the way Drew tried to calm her during takeoff made him want to wretch. They were cute. But cute was nowhere serious enough for them to be married. Especially, given Drew's views.
"He bumped into me and I stopped dancing. I looked up at him and smiled, already smitten. He smiled down at me and I felt my heart flutter when I saw his smile reflect in his eyes. He apologized for running into me and offered to get me a drink."
"You fell for that?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm not an airhead," Mila smirked. "I knew what he was doing and found it cheesy, but I did have an interest in him."
"Oh, right, the look across the room. The one that started it all."
"I probably should have phrased myself differently." Mila chuckled.
"Probably." He snorted. "You do know I'm going to make fun of you for that, right?"
"I figured." Mila sighed. "I'll eventually find out something about you to bust your balls over."
"Oh, you will?"
Sheamus was beginning to like her, despite himself. She was quick to react to him and was able to have a good laugh at the same time.
"Oh, I will," Mila promised with a giggle. "You're going to come to hate me."
"Back to the story."
"We got to talking and I didn't like him at first."
"Here you are marrying him," Sheamus said, tilting his head to the side, giving her a questioning look. "Look at how that all worked out."
"He just came off cocky and I just wasn't into it. I got the vibe that I should be thankful he was talking to me. Sure, he was handsome, but there was a level of cockiness to him that I couldn't handle."
"What made you come around?"
Mila looked over at Drew to make sure he was still asleep. The last thing she needed him to hear was this. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking it may have been better to check if he was still asleep when she mentioned she didn't like him at first. Shaking her head, she turned back to Sheamus.
"I was getting ready to leave when he asked me out." She smiled. "There was something in his eyes that I saw that made me want to give him a chance. For a moment that cocky guy that was getting under my skin disappeared and I saw something sweet in him that I wanted to tap into."
The lie was coming to her naturally now. When she had first seen Drew, she wanted to leave with him and hook up with him somewhere else. The sexual attraction she felt for him was immediate and it hasn't waned since.
"Is getting engaged after knowing each for a few days the way to go?"
"Under any other circumstances, I'd say no, but this is different." Mila looked down at her ring, her lips turning up into a smile. "I know it's fucking crazy, but this feels right. I can see us spending the rest of our lives together."
They both looked up when they heard the pilot announce they were preparing for landing. Sheamus put his belt on again while she woke Drew up.
"Congratulations, lass." Sheamus smiled at her. "You survived this flight."
Mila got out of the car, shutting the door behind her while she looked at the French Provincial mansion looming before her. The stone house ran from end to end, as far as the eye could see. She looked up, noting that that rounded tower almost went up to the sky. The idea of it being like a castle from her childhood fairytales made her smile. The place she was going to call home for the next two years was a real live version of a Disney castle.
"What has you smiling?" Drew asked, coming up beside her.
"This place is like the castle from Beauty and the Beast."
Drew took her hand and led her up the stone walkway, the roses blooming around them as they walked up to the dark brown wooden door.
"Was that with the talking furniture?"
Mila laughed. "Yes."
"You won't find that here." He smirked. "Maybe a beast, but no talking furniture."
He unlocked the door and pushed it open. They looked inside the dark foyer and then back at each other, a small smirk tugging at Drew's lips. He left their bags on the stone steps, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and the other around the backs of her knees, lifting her into his arms. She wrapped an arm around his neck, holding onto him.
"Drew, what are you doing?" Mila laughed, looking him in the eyes.
"Welcome home." He whispered.
Mila's laughter died down and silence fell between the engaged couple. They stared at each other for a moment before Drew set her on her feet.
"Home." She whispered, looking around the foyer.
Drew brought their things in from outside and closed the door behind him. He left their bags by the doorway, coming up beside Mila again. He wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her to his side.
"I want this to be our place for the next two years." He commented.
She nodded absentmindedly as she stupidly gaped at the circular staircase in front of them. At the top of each landing, there was a hall where she only imagined more stairs taking her to God knows where.
"Come on," Drew unwrapped his arm from around her waist, now taking her hand in his, "I want to show you something."
Mila let him lead her to the staircase to her left, moving up the steps with him. They hit the landing, made another left and were met with another set of steps. They moved up those steps before coming to a long hallway. She followed him down the hallway, her eyes adjusting to the cream-colored walls and bright lights. There were doors on either side of her, leaving her to wonder what two people could do with this many rooms.
"I'll show you the rest of the house later." Drew came to a stop in front of the room. "I wanted to show you this before anything else."
The door swung open and Drew gestured for her to walk in before him. Drew followed in behind her, switching on the lights. The light illuminated the spacious room. The cream carpet under her feet was soft, feeling like she was standing on clouds. To her left and right, clothes were organized; either hanging or folded neatly on built in wall shelves. She walked further into the room, making a right and finding all of her shoes, purses, and belts put away.
"How?" She asked, turning around to face Drew.
"When I saw how much stuff you had, I called my contractors and had them convert this room into a closet."
"This is too much." Mila shook her head.
"For what you're doing for me, I don't think it's enough." He replied. "Right over here,' Drew pointed to his right, 'is the door connecting to our bedroom."
This place really is a castle, Mila thought as she followed him through the next door.
"O-our bedroom?" She stuttered a bit, unable to hide her anxiety.
"We could do separate bedrooms like royalty." He half-kidded. "If you really want to that is."
"And what, you could be a burglar breaking in, finding a pretty helpless woman in the house?" Mila jested. "I'm conveniently turned on by the big muscular man bursting through the door, willing to do anything to save herself."
Drew stared at her for the longest time, trying to hold back both a smirk and the urge to get her into bed. The thought of having her on top of him was starting to make him harden. At the slow pace they were going he was either going to be spending more time in the shower or working out harder in the gym.
"Don't give me ideas."
"Don't give me a French maid's uniform."
"You killed the dream." He frowned, clutching his heart. "Sexy maid gets busted for stealing and the only she won't get reported is if she does her boss some favors."
"Drew, you're going to need to lay off the porno fantasies."
He needed to get them out of the room and pronto. The longer they joked about these fantasies, the more he would want to act them out. Mila wasn't in a hurry to go further than they already had. The last thing he wanted to do was force her into doing something that made her uncomfortable.
She was still anxious about the wedding and now she was even more nervous that they were in Boston. Ever since Sheamus had met them in Miami, she had been on pins and needles. Whenever Sheamus directed his questions at her, Drew felt her stiffen with anxiety. She would try to sputter out an answer, hoping Sheamus would accept it and move on. Drew would never tell her, but he was starting to feel the pressure too. During the last couple of days with Sheamus, he knew they had to be extra careful. One slip up from either of them and the jig was up, making them both look like fools in the end. He thought it would be easier when they arrived in Boston, but the fog was lifting now. It was going to be even more difficult with discerning eyes all around them.
"Let me show you the rest of the house."
Drew started out of the bedroom, leaving Mila with no choice but to follow him. She met him out in the hallway and the grand tour began. He finished showing her their wing of the house and brought her to the guest wing.
"Out of curiosity, what did you and Sheamus talk about on the plane?"
"He asked how you and I met. I told him how he rubbed me the wrong way when we first met, you know? Thinking I was just a one night stand." Mila said as they walked down the stairs. "He really is concerned for your well being, Drew."
"That's just Sheamus being Sheamus." He waved it off. "He's been after me for years to settle down and start a family."
That made Mila think back to Sheamus asking how much she knew about his past. She had to pretend to be unbothered about a past she knew nothing about. If she was being honest, she was worried about what Drew was keeping back. Yes, this was really only a marriage of convenience, but she still couldn't help but feel some trepidation.
"The way he talked, I get the feeling he treats you like a brother. Don't shrug off his concern, Drew. You and I know the truth, but he doesn't. He's just looking out for you. I wouldn't take that lightly. Whether you realize it or not, he's the closest thing you have to family."
"You got all of this from a three-hour conversation on the plane?"
"I'm pretty preceptive."
"Are you going to be like this all the time?"
"Drew, this is serious," Mila said, stopping at the living room entrance. "You can't shrug this off. I understand we're getting married, but we're still total strangers to each other. Just because we know where the other is from and what our professions are, it doesn't mean we really know each other. I'm curious about the man I'm going to marry and live with. Aren't you the least bit curious about me? For all you know, I could be a lunatic looking for blood to spill."
"Let me show you the gym and then we'll head to the kitchen. I bet you're hungry."
Mila grabbed hold of his wrist, tugging on it to get him to stop walking.
"Stop changing the subject!" Mila said, her nerves getting the best of her. "Sheamus asked me if I knew anything about your previous relationships. Is there anything I should know?"
"This is marriage in name only, Mila."
"Drew, we need to know these things about each other. If Sheamus thought I was some conquest and asked if I knew about your previous relationships, then he is suspicious."
"My past is nothing to worry about."
"You saying that is a red flag."
"Mila, we've had a long week." Drew sighed. "I'm not ready to tell you these things yet."
"You're so stubborn."
"One week and you're already passing judgment?"
"I want to get to know you. I don't want to live in a house with a complete stranger for two years." Mila folded her arms under her breasts, trying to keep the chill away. "I don't understand how you think what we're embarking on is going to be easy. Not everything is going to go your way."
He took her hand and pulled her to him, snaking an arm around her waist. He chucked her under the chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "Look, I'm just as nervous as you are. Okay? Back in Los Angeles, it didn't occur to me because I had no familiar faces around me. Sheamus showing up in Miami threw me for a loop and I finally realized just what we are doing. I can't quite process what is going through my head. We're asking too much of each other too soon and it's starting to hit me. I can't be as open as you want me to be right now, but eventually, I will be able to tell you what you want to know. Just like you are doing with me. It's going to happen, but it's going to be a slow process. You've already seen a side of me that I didn't even know existed."
"You're afraid, too?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Yes, but I didn't want to make you anymore anxious than you already are," Drew admitted. "We're going to be taking on a lot, Mila. You and I are in this together," he cupped the side of her face. "It's not going to happen overnight."
"I'm happy I'm not the only one freaking out." Mila laughed. She rested her hands on his chest. "It makes me feel a little better."
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. "You're not alone. Now let me show you the gym."
"My, my you're in such a hurry to show me your gym. Are you trying to tell me something?"
Mila disentangled herself from Drew and took a step back, her hands now on her hips, awaiting his response. She felt herself blush when she noticed him looking her up and down, his head shaking from side to side.
"You're perfect the way you are." He mumbled, unable to take his eyes off her. "If you don't find me in the home office, you're going to find me there."
"I'm allowed into the sanctuary?"
"Always."
The day had exhausted her. From the trip there to her and Drew being alone in the house, she felt fatigue seeping into her bones. After dinner, she excused herself and went up to shower and get changed for bed. All she wanted to do was sleep for the next three days.
After her shower, Mila changed into a blank tank top and black shorts. She exited the bathroom, stopping in her tracks when found Drew already in bed, dressed only in boxer shorts, looking at something on his phone. She chided herself for being nervous. They had already slept in the same bed together. This time wouldn't be any different.
She crawled into bed next to him, relishing the feel of the sheets against her smooth legs. That feeling alone made her more comfortable. With a contented sigh, she cuddled into Drew's side. Ever since his admission downstairs, she was beginning to see him in a different light. For once he didn't seem so stoic and uncaring, he showed her a more vulnerable side that made her feel better about her own.
Drew put his phone down when he felt her leg brush against his, making him jump slightly. Every time they were close to each other, his heart would start to pound. Their constant teasing was tormenting him. A quick kiss on the lips from her was enough to get him started. The caresses they had shared set his veins on fire, making him want more. Every time they would get somewhere, they were interrupted, the mood was suddenly gone.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to think of anything but her naked body.
How does she answer that? She had a half-naked Scotsman equivalent to a Greek Adonis laying next to her in bed. Between her mind wandering back to what almost happened between them in Miami and Los Angeles and sharing in his vulnerability, Mila was quite turned on. All she could think about in the shower was Drew between her legs, his lips all over her, sending her into an entirely different world. She kept wondering what the possibility of him getting into the shower with her and she was done for. That thought alone was enough to make her burst. All he could ask her was how she felt? The question made her want to roll her eyes into the back of her head.
She laid a hand on his bare chest, gently running her nails through his chest hair. She cast a glance upwards to see him better, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Even just being in bed with him like this was enough to get her going.
"Fine," Mila answered. "A little hot."
"Mila." He groaned when her hand drifted lower. "Stop teasing."
"I'm not." She answered, now draping her arm across his stomach. "I just want to be close to you."
"You say that now. You may be singing a different song a year into the marriage." Drew kidded.
"Is there something I should be worried about?"
Drew wrapped an arm around her shoulder, hugging her to him. "No. Now, go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."
Mila wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep or how long she had been asleep. All she knew was that the room was dark and Drew was gone. She felt around, trying to reach for him, but his spot was empty, leaving his side of the bed cool. He had been gone for a while.
She felt around the nightstand, searching for her phone. When she found it, she hit the home button, looking at the screen through half opened eyes. It was after two in the morning. Sitting up, she swung her feet over the bed, planting her feet firmly on the floor. She switched on the lamp, groaning when the light hit her eyes.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she got up and started out of the room. She had a feeling she knew where to find Drew. She walked down the steps, her hand running along the wooden railing. She smiled when she reached the bottom of the staircase. For some reason, she was reminded of the beginning of The Swan Princess where Odette was sliding down the railing and she ended up circling around the ornament at the beginning of the railing.
Mila made it down to the gym, stopping at the end of the staircase. From where she stood, she could hear the sound of weights scratching against weights. If she listened closely, she could hear the sounds of heavy metal playing while Drew grunted his way through a workout.
She folded her arms across her chest and started her trek across the home gym, careful not to trip on any weights or bump into any of the machines. She finally found him towards the back, standing up, his arm muscles straining to lift the weight up to the top of his chest.
His hair was pulled up and out of his face. His neck muscles were jutting out as he lowered the bar, then lifted it again, another groan coming from him. Sweat was dripping down his body, his workout shirt sticking to him. Mila chewed on her lower lip, trying to ignore the sensations he was awakening in her.
Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked over to see Mila standing not too far away from him. Her arms folded across her chest, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She was still dressed in her black tank top and shorts. Her breasts spilling a bit out the top and her legs exposed, her skin glistening in the light. Her hair was cascading down her back, tousled from sleep.
The weight slipped from his hands, metal loudly clanking together as it collided with the floor. He smirked when she jumped at the sound. He couldn't believe she was down here, it was as if she read his mind. Drew closed the space between them, his hands grabbing either side of her face and bringing his lips down to hers.
She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him back just as hard. Her body pressed against his sweaty body. They broke apart for air, staring, waiting for the other to make their next move.
Drew undid his weight belt and dropped it to the floor. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside, his eyes still on Mila. She stood across from him, trembling. She licked her lower lip, her hands fiddling with the hem of her tank top. One more look at him and she felt her body overruling what her brain was screaming at her. Her top came off, flittering to the floor.
He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure. They had petted and teased each other for days and now he was finally going to have her. He closed the space between them again, this time their hands eagerly working off the remainder of their clothing.
With ease, Drew lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her lips found him again. Their tongues tangled together with such passion while Drew walked forward. Mila gasped, breaking the kiss when she felt her back collide with something hard. She turned her head to the side, realizing he backed her against the mirror.
Drew pinned her body against the mirror with his, he pressed a hand against the mirror, while the other drifted down between their legs. He brushed two fingers along her slit, smirking when she moaned at the contact. He pulled them up for them both to see her juices coated on his fingers.
He sucked her off his fingers, keeping his eyes on her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, tightening her arms around his neck.
"I want you." He whispered in her ear.
He lowered his hand between them again, plunging two fingers inside of her slick pussy. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he pushed his two digits in and out of her. A low moan escaped from Mila, grabbing onto Drew's biceps. She gasped when she felt his fingers curl inside of her, his hand moving at a faster pace. Her moans grew louder, her body starting to jerk harder against his fingers.
"Drew, please." Mila whimpered.
Drew grinned and ran a hand down her side, landing on her hip-caressing her skin. "So needy for my touch, huh?" He asked, coaxing away any inhibitions she may have had with the sound of his voice.
"Fuck-oh Drew-please." She moaned.
With his fingers working faster, Drew leaned in towards her, bringing his lips to her ear. "Louder." Drew urged her.
He pressed on, his fingers working faster, in and out of her pussy as her every moan reached his ears. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers. He hissed when he felt her fingernails dig into his skin. She was starting to slow down her movements, her eyes clamped shut as he moans grew lower and breathy.
Drew brought his lips back to her ear, "That's a good girl." He whispered, his thrusts slowing down.
Mila's body trembled against his fingers as her orgasm flowed through her. Her grip on Drew's biceps loosened as her body slumped against his. Drew held onto Mila as she came down, pulling his fingers out of her. Mila leaned back against the mirror, breathing heavily-lowering her eyes to Drew's hand. Licking her lower lip, she took hold of his wrist, bringing his fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices off him.
She let his hand fall back down to his side. Her hands found their way to his chest, trying to push him back from. He stood in place, looking down on her, a smirk playing on his lips. Drew held her arms down to her sides, his lips pressing to hers. He nibbled on her lower lip, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, enjoying the taste of her.
Mila managed to push Drew's hands off her arms, bringing her own to his chest again. Without breaking the kiss, she was able to back Drew up, getting her away from the mirror. Mila started pulling away from the kiss, leaving little pecks on his lips as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lowered her feet to the floor.
Her fingers trailed down his chest, gently raking his skin.
"I'm not finished with you." He growled, taking hold of both her hands.
She looked up at him, aroused by the way he was glaring down at her. Trying to keep herself from coming right then and there, Mila wordlessly shook her head while she struggled to break his hold on her wrists. Finally, she was successful.
Sinking down to her knees, Mila was leveled with his cock. She wrapped a hand around it, finding that her fingers couldn't touch from the thickness. Mila looked up at Drew to find him staring down intently at her, waiting for her next move. She gently squeezed her hand around his shaft, smirking when he moaned. Easing her grip some, she slowly rubbed her hand up and down his cock. Mila leaned forward, still jerking him off as her tongue flicked against his tip.
Drew moaned when he felt the warmth of her mouth around his cock. He felt her free hand lay on his thigh while the other moved up and down his shaft. She pushed him down her mouth only to quickly pull out. He brought his hand to the back of her head, tangling her hair around his fingers. Drew pushed her head down his shaft, holding her there when he felt the tip of his cock hit her throat.
"Fuck, Mila." He groaned, gently thrusting his hips toward her.
She gagged around him as she pushed her head back, allowing herself to catch her breath. Mila pulled Drew out of her mouth, flicking her tongue against his tip again, before taking him in her mouth. Every grunt from Drew made Mila quicken her pace. She circled her hand around him again, holding it in place while she bobbed up and down his cock. Her other hand drifted from his thigh to his balls, cupping them-squeezing them in her hand.
"Mila." He grunted, leaning forward. He took hold of the back of her head, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. "Ahh shit-fuck-so good."
He slipped out of her mouth. Mila kept her eyes on him, her thumb wiping away the pre-cum that was on her lips. Rising to her feet, she stood on her tiptoes, pecking his lips with hers.
"I need you."
Drew pulled her to him and lifted Mila in his arms with ease. He lowered himself to his knees, laying Mila down on the floor underneath him. He pushed her legs apart, crawling in between them. Taking her hands, he brought them above Mila's head, pinning them there.
A breath got stuck in Mila's throat as she looked up at Drew, hovering above her. They stared at each other. The only sound that could be heard between them was their heavy breathing. Just having him close to her like this was enough to excite Mila. She moved underneath him, anticipating more of his touch.
"Look at me." He commanded.
Mila whimpered when she felt Drew slowly inching inside of her. Drew squeezed her hands as he continued to push himself inside her. Their eyes drifted shut at the feel of each other. Mila felt Drew fill her completely, enjoying the sensation. Drew thought he was going to burst from the tightness of her pussy clenching around him.
Drew groaned when Mila gave her hips a slight thrust. "Don't tease me."
His tongue dragged across his lower lip, his head shaking from side to side. "Don't like it?"
He dragged his dick out of her, then slowly pushed inside of her. A low moan came from her as she gently moved underneath him. Her pleas for him to move fast went unheard.
"Drew," she whimpered, "fuck me."
Drew halted his movements. He lowered his lips down to her ear, gently nibbling on her lobe. "Why?" He grunted as he thrust inside of her again.
"Becaahhuse..." She moaned, trying to wriggle her hands out his grasp.
He nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, rocking his hips against hers, faster now. Her hips moved in sync with his, her moans growing louder. She still tried to break his hold on her hands, she wanted to run her hands along his body and look him in the eyes.
Her legs scissored around his waist, pushing him further into her. She moaned with him, begging him to go harder, faster. Drew brought his face over hers, now looking straight into her eyes as he picked up the pace. With each thrust, he moaned with her.
"Oh shit, yes." Mila cried out, her legs unwrapping from around him and falling to the floor. "Harder."
Drew sucked in his lower lip, biting back a grunt as he pulled his cock out of her and slammed back into her. Her every moan and whimper was music to his ears. His hands let go of hers and quickly moved down to her hips. He straightened his back out. For a quick second, he took his left hand off her hip and took hold of her right leg, resting it on his shoulder. He took hold of her hip again, ramming hard into her.
"Oh god, yes, Drew!" Mila moaned. "Don't stop."
"Milaaa, fuck, you feel-oh fuck-good." Drew moaned, quickening the pace.
Mila scratched at the floor, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her eyes drifted shut, enjoying the feeling of Drew inside of her. It felt like her every nerve was alive and her every vein on fire. She could feel her heart beating like mad, her breathing ragged.
Drew pulled out of Mila and quickly turned her on her stomach. He watched her bend her knees, her palms now flat on the floor. He took hold of her hips and entered her from behind, his thrusts hard and deep from the start this time. He twisted his hand in her hair, pulling her back to him. Her back arched into his chest as he thrust inside of her.
"Watch us in the mirror," He breathed out.
Mila looked straight ahead, watching Drew's every move in the mirror. Her mouth open, loud guttural moans coming from her. She could see his body moving with hers. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. She brought an arm back, wrapping it around his neck to hold onto him better. She kept her other hand flat on the floor to balance herself as she pushed her pussy down against his cock.
"You feel so good," Drew moaned in her ear. "Keep watching."
She couldn't take her eyes off the mirror, off her-off Drew. She could feel herself getting closer, her whole body was beginning to shake. Her toes were starting to tingle. Only small breathy moans were coming from her now.
"Come for me," he whispered in her ear. "Let go, love."
With one more thrust, she came down hard around him. His name being screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body melted into his as her orgasm took over her.
"Good girl." Drew moaned in her ear.
One final thrust and Drew exploded inside of her, his own orgasm taking over. He laid back on the floor, taking Mila with him. She got off him and laid down next to him on the floor. Not a word was spoken as they stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.
"Interesting workout." Mila breathed.
Drew propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her, his eyes traveling up and down her body. "If that's working out for you, neither of us need the gym anymore."
"As long as you keep those thighs of yours, it doesn't matter to me what we do."
Laughing, Drew got up and then helped Mila to her feet. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, closing the space between them. His thumbs gently brushed against her smooth skin, while he stared down at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I need to get you upstairs."
A/N: You think this further complicated things for them?
